It is said that there is no killing without buying and selling, which means that certain illegal and criminal acts are reduced by suppressing demand and trading.

It's a vision.

I have to admit that many people who are good in their own right have become even more compassionate after seeing this sentence and take the initiative to refuse some behaviors.

However, under the clear wind, it is more just a matter of changing the absence of buying and selling to the absence of open trading.

The shadows under the sun tend to be darker.

This is the case with yin marriages. It has been banned in all dynasties and generations, and in the past few years, the relevant departments have attacked hard and cleaned it up in a carpet manner.

However, after the crackdown, this trend began to gradually rise again in a few years, and the corpse thieves and corpse buyers took what they needed, forming a complete industrial chain in remote areas.

Qi Zihuan hung up Ah Fei's phone and was silent for a long time, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart.

This kind of thing can't be stopped by him alone, and the only thing he can do is to transform the soul.

Two days later, Ah Fei called and said that he had suggested to his uncle's family that Qi Zihuan should be in charge of the Baishi Dojo, and emphasized that he was the master who took the order to order paper tie last time, so he asked his aunt to agree without encountering any resistance

Since his hometown was in a mountain village, Ah Fei simply drove to pick him up.

The road was not far, forty minutes to the next town, and nearly an hour into the mountains, and the land was reached.

The white shed has been set up in the open space in the village, and there is a coffin in the shed, which is a black lacquered cedar coffin, and the coffin head is painted with a round longevity character, and the wreaths on both sides are readily available. There are many people in mourning clothes who are busy shuttling, and if you look closely, in addition to the normal sadness, there is still a faint sadness on everyone's face. It seems that Uncle Fei's death was too sudden and weird, and it scared everyone.

Qi Zihuan followed Ah Fei to the shed, first said hello to Ah Fei's mother who was helping to greet the visitors, and then went to kowtow in front of the spirit.

The next generation of Uncle Fei's family is the three brothers, and it is the youngest son who will have a happy event after his early death, and there are two older brothers above, who should be the two young men who are kowtowing now.

Another kneeling family member was a woman in her early fifties, dressed in a plain dress, with a dark complexion, probably so sad that she was a little numb, her eyes staring straight at the ground in front of her, and she did not look at the mourners, and kowtowed in a daze.

Ah Fei walked behind her, leaned over and whispered a few words in her ear, and the woman raised her head and looked at Qi Zihuan. Perhaps surprised by Qi Zihuan's youth, he stayed for a while before nodding lightly.

"Alright, you're ready to go." Ah Fei came over and said, "The time has been set, and the funeral will be held tomorrow morning." ”

Qi Zihuan should be, and went to Ah Fei's van to change into a full outfit, took a dry utensils to the opposite side of the greenhouse to open a scripture altar, and began to burn incense and chant scriptures.

The Baishi Dojo can rest for a while every once in a while, Qi Zihuan has been familiar with it since he was a child, but he doesn't feel particularly tired.

The next day, together with the funeral procession, the mantra is performed to the burial place, and the whole ritual is completed.

Standing aside with his hands down, he quietly watched his relatives and friends burn paper to say goodbye and bury him in a coffin.

After everything was done, he wandered around silently, and soon found the tomb of Ah Fei's cousin and the daughter-in-law he bought not far away.

After bowing as a sign of respect, Qi Zihuan quietly opened the Sunyao Treasure Realm, frowning and searching carefully.

Strangely, the brand-new tomb stood quietly in front of me, the weeds had not yet grown, and there were freshly burned paper money ashes in front of the tomb, and there was not a trace of resentful ghosts in front of the tomb.

Could it be that the dream is just the patient's imagination, and everything is just due to some sudden illness that is difficult to detect?

In fact, the possibility of such a coincidence of time is not impossible, after all, even the rumors of dog barking and haunting may be just a leakage of wires.

Qi Zihuan walked back to the shed, some of the people who followed the funeral had already left, the relatives in mourning clothes were dealing with the follow-up matters, and Ah Fei's two eldest cousins were persuading his mother, who had not slept all night, to go back to the house to rest for a while.

found Ah Fei in the crowd and agreed to take his car home in the afternoon, so Qi Zihuan began to pack his things and move to Ah Fei's car.

At noon, the main family held a feast in their own courtyard, and all the relatives and friends who helped sat in twos and threes, or drank and talked about the deceased, or ate silently without saying a word.

Suddenly, there was the sound of broken porcelain in the inner room, followed by a woman's scream, and several of the closest relatives rushed into the room to check the situation, and the others in the courtyard stopped talking, all looking at each other.

"It's my aunt's voice, what's going on?" Ah Fei didn't get up, just stared at the door of the house and said suspiciously.

Qi Zihuan's heart suddenly burst out, and he had a bad premonition.

As someone came out and whispered to the people around them about the situation in the house, the news kept spreading, and everyone knew what was going on.

It turned out that Aunt Ah Fei didn't sleep last night, and went back to the house to take a nap after the funeral today, because she was too sleepy and really fell asleep.

When I fell asleep, I began to dream.

The exact same dream as her dead husband.

On the barren mountain, between the graveyards, a paper sedan chair was carried to the front of it, the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and a woman wearing a hijab and a wedding dress walked out.

The feet are still embroidered with mandarin duck embroidered shoes.

The mandarin duck with only one shoe has eyes.

The woman stood in front of Aunt Ah Fei, her red skirt hid her feet, and she slowly squatted sideways, took out a red shoe without embroidered mandarin duck eyes from under the skirt, and reached out to hand it over.

The fingers were pale and bloodless, but the nails were black.

"Can you help me get its eyes on it?"

There was a cloudy wind blowing on the mountain, and Aunt Ah Fei felt a kind of bone-seeping cold, but the red hijab hung quietly in the wind, not moving at all.

Ah Fei's aunt wanted to say no, but her mouth was open, but she couldn't speak.

"Help, I won't be delayed for long."

"No, it doesn't matter, I can teach you how to embroider."

"There's only one last embroidered shoe left......"

With a sound of urging, Aunt Ah Fei involuntarily turned up her shoes, pinched the silver needle inserted in it and began to embroider.

At this time, I heard a snap.

A junior who was helping to serve food in the hall tripped over a low stool and accidentally broke a huge soup bowl.

It was this abrupt sound that woke Aunt Ah Fei from her dream, and she didn't care that she was soaked in cold sweat at the moment, and she opened her mouth to scream in fear.

The crowd was silent for a moment, as if digesting the terrifying news, and whispered discussions began to be heard everywhere.

"Let's go inside." Qi Zihuan got up, picked up the stunned Ah Fei and walked into the house.

Aunt Ah Fei sat on a chair and was surrounded by relatives and friends.

Through the gap in the crowd, Qi Zihuan saw a trace of black gas.

There are indeed ghosts.